Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 194: Are you and Calvin dating?

"Miss Taylor," The manager walked in with a beaming smile.

"Mr. Calvin has asked for you to come in."

"Calvin is here?!"

The anger on Melissa’s face vanished instantly, her mood doing a complete one-eighty.

"No wonder they wouldn’t even let me in."

Calvin?

Though he had only been by Melissa’s side for a few days, Vicente was already all too familiar with that name.

His brow arched slightly, a glint of interest flashing in his eyes.

Finally, a chance to meet the man in person. "

Calvin," Melissa bounded over to Calvin, her face lit up with a grin.

"Are you here for an inspection?

Where’s Alec?"

"Not an inspection.

I’m accompanying someone to pick out a gown."

Calvin responded with unhurried nonchalance, his almond-shaped peach blossom eyes flickering past Melissa to the figure entering behind her.

The man stood over six feet tall, his short cropped hair neat and sharp, his handsome features carrying a roguish edge.

Dressed in the simplest black fitted athletic wear, the powerful contours of his muscles were still unmistakable beneath the fabric—broad, defined, and undeniably formidable.

Even though his deep-set eyes were deliberately restrained, they still exuded a piercing, almost predatory intensity.

A faint smirk curved Calvin’s lips.

No wonder Taylor left with such ease.

This one’s definitely not ordinary.

At the same time, Vicente was sizing up the man lounging on the sofa.

Few men could be described as *exquisite*, yet in the past two days, he’d already met two.

One was Sinclair.

The other was the man before him now.

But the two couldn’t have been more different.

Sinclair was striking in a refined, aristocratic way, his imposing aura of dominance so overwhelming it often overshadowed his looks.

This one, however, carried something far more *dangerous*—a kind of untamed allure.

His long legs were casually crossed, his posture relaxed, yet nothing could disguise the innate elegance in his bearing. Vicente narrowed his eyes.

*If I didn’t know who he was, I’d think he was some A-list celebrity.*

That face and physique would make any woman weak in the knees—no wonder Melissa, that little girl, was acting this way.

"You must be," Calvin rose to his feet, his peach-blossom eyes crinkling with faint amusement, "the distinguished guest Taylor went through so much trouble to invite?"

"Vicente," the man replied, his lips curving into a smirk.

His voice was deep, laced with quiet confidence.

"I’m just here to repay a debt—hardly a ’distinguished guest.’"

"Mr. Calvin—"

"If you’re Taylor’s friend, then you’re mine too," Calvin extended his hand.

"Just call me Calvin."

Vicente gave a slight nod and clasped the offered hand.

Melissa, however, was thoroughly displeased at being ignored.

The moment their hands parted, she immediately stepped between them, planting her foot firmly as she tilted her head up to glare at Calvin.

"Calvin," Her glistening eyes brimmed with undisguised curiosity.

"You mentioned you were here accompanying someone—who could possibly have that kind of pull?

Do I know them?"

Was it that actress, the one with the last name Aria from last time?

Or had he moved on to someone new already?

Vicente smirked, plucking the cigarette tucked behind his ear and rolling it idly between his fingers.

Calvin’s gaze drifted toward the fitting room as he replied, his tone unhurried and indifferent.

"You don’t know her."

So, he *had* switched again.

Melissa pursed her rosy lips, scoffing inwardly while keeping her smile perfectly intact.

"So, who’s the lucky—" Before she could finish, the fitting room door swung open.

A woman stepped out, clad in a fitted lotus-pink evening gown, her voice soft and melodic.

"Calvin, what do you think?"

A flicker of admiration flashed in Calvin’s eyes, and the curve of his lips deepened slightly.

"Perfect."

Even more stunning than he’d imagined. Melissa’s cheerful expression froze mid-smile as she whipped her head around to look.

The woman wore a figure-hugging evening gown in soft lotus pink, its sweetheart neckline showcasing her slender, porcelain neck and delicate collarbones.

Under the ambient lighting, her already fair skin seemed to glow with an ethereal radiance.

The cinched waist design accentuated her slender figure perfectly—graceful and elegant, yet with a hint of alluring sophistication.

The event coordinator’s eyes lit up.

"Mr. Calvin certainly has an impeccable eye," she mused.

"This dress looks like it was tailor-made for Miss Tiffany."

Vicente, however, glanced briefly before lowering his gaze.

Women judged other women differently—perhaps more sharply, more directly.

Melissa’s eyes lingered on the woman’s curves, particularly the generous swell of her bust that the dress couldn’t quite conceal.

She glanced down at her own, then frowned deeply.

*How can someone so slender have such... proportions?*

*This defies all logic. It’s gotta be silicone sorcery!*

"Does it... look okay?"

Tiffany hesitated, turning uncertainty toward Calvin with a slight crease between her brows.

"But I still feel it’s a bit too revealing?"

Her gaze drifted to the delicate, charming woman beside Calvin, and her furrowed brows instantly relaxed as she offered Melissa a polite smile.

"Is this... your friend?"

The question was clearly directed at Calvin. Melissa finally got a clear look at the woman’s face.

Her fair, radiant complexion was free of makeup, yet it only accentuated her natural beauty.

She was nothing like the flashy, overdone women who usually clung to Calvin’s side.

Different meant special.

Melissa blinked, an inexplicable heaviness settling in her chest.

"Taylor’s younger sister, Melissa," Calvin nodded.

"Of course, she’s also like a sister to me and Sinclair."

His peach-blossom eyes, always brimming with amusement, crinkled slightly as he turned to Melissa.

"This is Tiffany."

A simple sentence, yet it made certain things unmistakably clear.

Sister?

Melissa stared unblinkingly at Calvin, the sour ache in her chest growing stronger by the second.

Vicente, ever perceptive, immediately noticed the shift in Melissa’s expression and mood.

His fingers, which had been idly toying with a cigarette, stilled as he lifted his gaze to study her.

"So you’re Mr. Taylor’s sister," Tiffany said, her eyes curving into crescents, her smile sweet and genuine.

"Camilla mentioned you before—you really are as lovely and adorable as she said."

Melissa’s gaze flicked back to Tiffany, her voice muffled with restrained emotion.

"You know Camilla?"

"Of course," Tiffany nodded, her smile deepening.

"We’re very close friends."

Melissa turned to Calvin for confirmation. Calvin gave a faint, approving nod.

"Then..."

Melissa’s expression softened as she looked at Tiffany again.

After a brief hesitation, she finally spoke up. "Did Camilla really say I’m both cute and pretty?"

She’d been worried that Camilla only befriended her out of consideration for her brother.

Calvin had long grown accustomed to Melissa’s peculiar train of thought.

His expression remained impassive at her question.

Vicente, however, looked up with an amused half-smile playing on his lips.

Tiffany blinked, then her eyes crinkled into an even sweeter, more genuine smile. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Absolutely true.

Though I’d say you’re even more adorable than she described."

"Thanks," Melissa mumbled awkwardly.

Unlike Camilla’s breathtaking beauty, Tiffany possessed her own gentle charm—a warm, honeyed aura that effortlessly drew people in.

"Miss Tiffany," Melissa bit her lip, her gaze darting between the two before she finally voiced the question burning in her mind.

"Are you and Calvin... dating?"

That’s exactly what he wanted to know too!

The event coordinator bowed his head, though his eyes blazed with the fervor of a gossipmonger.

Miss Taylor, you absolute legend!!